The Wednesday Poets began when the Barton Public Library received a grant from the Vermont Council of the Humanities providing free copies of Poetry 180: A Turning Back to Poetry, an anthology by Billie Collins. Following an initial three sessions the group decided to keep writing together as long into autumn as they could and to begin again each following summer.
Our take-away prompt was to write about a room where we had felt safe. (It was from the novel HomeSafe; the leading character is a writer who gives this as an assignment to a writing group she has begun to lead.) Carole Perron brought this back to us. We all liked it, of course.
THE LIBRARY MEETING ROOM
Carole sits at far end of table on the left.
The library meeting room Filled with tables and chairs like a classroom I enter for the first meeting With some anxiety -- What is expected? And greet friends and neighbors We introduce ourselves And Adrien & Sylvia welcome us And lay out the guidelines for our group. Whatever we write is acceptable No disclaimers, please, Only positive suggestions made Then given a topic -- we write. After about 30 minutes we share If we wish -- not required. Many positive reactions and encouragement Some laughter, maybe even some tears But mostly I'm left with a feeling of success.
Carole Perron and Elaine Wright as they were leaving
the library this last Wednesday after our session.
I love autumn.
I love the earthy smells,
the crispness in the air,
and the beauty of the hills
as shades of green give way to
reds, yellows, and golds.
I love the smells of
the final cut of hay and of cut firewood.
I love biting into a fresh picked
apple, and the fragrance of spiced cider.
I love walking on a country road,
beneath a fluttering canopy of color,
kicking up the fallen leaves
like I did as a child.
I love the crunching of those
dry leaves as they crumble
beneath my feet, their collective
beauty becoming a colorful
blanket covering the gravel road.
I love autumn.
I wish it lasted longer.
Leaves turning from green to red
Turning the page from summer to fall.
Turning over a "new leaf",beginning anew.
Turning fruit juice into
Turning vegetables into soup
Turning a piece of wood into
Turning your back on a failure
Turning toward the
Turning and looking at the scenery
Turning a piece
of fabric into a blouse
Turning a skein of yarn into a hat or a pair of
Turning a chore into a pleasure
Turning drudgery into
an accomplished goal
Turning sadness into gladness
welcoming a new day, always looking forward.